Chapter Three, Public Service Detention (Non-Cons, Torture, Restrained, Necro)

Leaving the cafe, I once again pulled out my brochure to see what would catch my eye. Looking at the events I saw that the drama club was soon scheduled for one showing of an original short play. I had a bit of time yet before it started, but I decided to begin meandering in that direction.

As I made my way to the theater, I saw a girl with her head and hands locked in a pillory on the side of the path. She looked around sixteen, thin, with medium sized breasts and dyed-black hair, just long enough to cover one eye. She was almost completely naked save a torn stocking and a single black boot on one leg. She had a smattering of piercings, a variety in each ear, one ring in her eyebrow, one in her nose, and one in her lip, a bar through one of her nipples, a jewel dangling from her belly button, and a bar through her clit. Her body had a sheen, semen coating her skin and hair, as well as dripping from her holes. Her dark makeup was smeared and tear-streaked. Her skin was covered in scratches, bruises, and whip marks, a few of the more serious wounds lightly oozing blood. As I neared I could read the sign next to the pillory labeling it "Detention – Public Service" with the line below it "You break it, you buy it. $100". A little bit behind the pillory was a teacher sitting in a chair next to a small table, lightly snoozing with an open book in his lap, the table holding several whips and other implements, presumably the teacher supervising detention.

As the path drew me closer to the pillory I looked at the time and decided I had plenty of time for a go before making it to the theater, but before I got there, an older man in an expensive looking suit and holding a briefcase approached the pillory. I moved to sit on a nearby bench and watch while waiting for the next go.

"So what did you do to land in detention?" The man asked conversationally, as he walked behind her and fished out his cock.

"Fuck off" spat the girl in the pillory.

"Now that’s not very friendly of you" the man said as he fondled one of her dangling tits with one hand. "Public servants need to be more courteous"

The man tugged on her nipple bar, eliciting a small yelp, before he unzipped his pants and took position at the girl's rear. The man then drove his hips forward, forcing his cock hilt-deep into the girl's asshole, unlubricated save for the remnants left by his predecessors.

The girl let out a strangled scream, perhaps with not as much energy has she may have had earlier in the day.

"Fuck you" the girl hissed through gritted teeth "I'm not here 'cause I want to be"

"All the same, you are here, guess I should try to teach you a lesson" The man said, raising his hand.

*Smack* He brought down his hand on the girls ass as he thrust into it.

"AAUGH" the girl yelled, jolting in her bonds away from the strike.

Again he struck and thrust his hips, and again the girl yelled, the pair quickly getting into a rhythm.

After a dozen or so smacks the man stopped, saying "This doesn't seem like it will be enough to show you the error of your ways" He then pulled out, walked to the small table, and picked up a small cat o' nine tails. "This may do".

From her angle in the pillory the girl couldn't see what the man had picked up. "Done already? What, can't keep it up in your old aIIIGHHHGHH" the girl finished, screaming, as the man brought down the whip on her back.

"You never learn do you" the man said, bringing down the whip on her already red ass, eliciting the loudest scream yet.

"OH GOD PLEASE STOP" the girl yelled, scraping her already chafed neck and wrists against the pillory trying to escape the pain.

"I don't think you have had enough to truly reconsider your actions" the man said.

He continued to rain another two dozen strokes on her back, legs, and ass, before stopping, the girl slack in her bonds, sobbing quietly.

"Shame I can't really work on your delicious looking tits from this angle" the man said, looking thoughtfully at the pillory.

The man looked around, and walked over to the teacher, now awake, but still more interested in his book than anything else.

"Could I borrow the key to flip her over? I think this sides done" the man said.

The teacher just grunted, handing him a key. The man walked over to the pillory and unlocked it. He grabbed the girl at the base of her hair and roughly dragged her around to face up, before locking the pillory back up. The girl was left in a very awkward position for balance, her back bent awkwardly and her legs splayed obscenely as she held herself up.

"Fucking asshole" the girl weakly whispered, her snark seemingly greatly impaired by the pain and discomfort.

"Still such a mouth on you" the man said shaking his head "Only thing for it at this point might be to stick my cock in it until you stop talking for good"

*Ahem* the teacher coughed, pointing his thumb at the "You break it, you buy it" on the sign.

"Oh, my apologies" the man said, as he stood where he knew the girl could clearly see him. He reached into his pocket and pulled a single crisp $100 bill from his wallet. Handing it to the teacher he said "Might as well consider this one as good as broken"

The man grunted, slipped the bill into his shirt pocket and went back to his book.

The girl, eyes wide, clearly not expecting this turn of events, started hyperventilating and pleading as the man walked to his briefcase.

"Please, oh God, I'm sorry, please don't kill me, I can be your slave, I'll do anything, please let me live!"

The man opened his briefcase and pulled out another cat o' nine tails, except this one had short blades on the ends of the ropes.

"Oh God!" the girl screamed, her eyes going wide, and her struggles reinvigorated at the sight of the tool "Please!"

The man walked toward her, wide grin on his face and erect penis standing tall.

"Its too late for that, you're already broken" the man said, bringing the whip down hard on her heaving chest.

"AAUUUUUGGGHHH" she screamed, blood and chunks of flesh flying out from her. The man brought down the whip three times more, each time eliciting the strongest screams I heard from the girl, and each time sending chunks of tit, muscle, and a few bits of the deeper organs flying out. At the last lash I saw a glint in the air, as her nipple bar and some attached flesh flew from her chest.

The girl slumped in her bonds, what remained of her chest bleeding profusely, she still lived, but not for long. The man grabbed a ring gag from the table, and a large bowie knife from his bag. He slipped the ring gag into her mouth and then slipped his full length down her throat. The girl gagged weakly, but lacked the strength to do much else.

As the girls face began to darken from lack of oxygen the man said "Now this has been fun, perhaps I should looking into volunteering to be a disciplinary officer of some kind."

Seeing she was nearing the end, the man took the knife, and plunged it into her ruined chest between her breasts. The girls eyes went wide for a final time, her body seizing and the ring gag preventing any untimely dismembering. As her body went limp, the man thrusting into her throat, he began cumming, sending two ropes down the dead pipe and then pulling out and letting the rest cover her face, one load landing on an unblinking glassy eye.

Satisfied, the man pulled his knife from the corpse, and wiped it on the girl's stocking. As he began to leave the teacher closed his book and stood up to stop him.

"Should I send the body somewhere?" the teacher asked, articulating for the first time.

"No, leave her where she is, she still hasn't finished her public service" the man replied.

The man grunted, and returned to his seat, perhaps having had exhausted his word allotment for the day.

As the man left, I walked over to the pillory, the girl had put on a hot show and I was ready to go. I shoved my hard cock into her dead cooling pussy. As I held her hips up I admired her ruined chest. The bleeding had mostly stopped at this point, and you could see patches of yellow fat where parts of her tits had been gouged away. The sight of her blood soaked chest aroused me greatly, and as I held her hip with one hand, I began mauling her tits with the other. Pinching the remaining nipple, jiggling them, sticking my fingers inside the wounds. I looked upwards to where her neck became obscured by the wooden block. I could see the red marks on her neck and wrists from her struggles, rubbed quite raw in places. I couldn't see her face from this angle, but as I remembered her eyes, and how they looked as she died, I came. Deep in her dead pussy, and then all over her chest, being the first to add white to the red and yellow mess that was there.

Satisfied I resumed walking to the theater, I still had time, but not as much of it.

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Writing is a bit of work, and I'm pretty lazy, but I got around to writing a third chapter. Don't know if I'll work on chapter 4 next or something new (or perhaps never get around to writing again).

Either way I also put up these chapters on A03 so they won't be lost forever if I don't write fast enough to keep it bumped on the board.

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